Novels by Eagle Dira

Chapter 73Sasha's PovGdansk in November is exactly as unpleasant as it sounds.We're parked on a service road running parallel to the eastern dock gate. The manifests Gregor sent matched three specific freight containers routed through this port in the last six weeks. Two of them have already moved. The third is scheduled for loading at two in the morning.It is currently half past midnight."Tell me again about the subsidiary," I say.Nico shifts in the passenger seat. He's been holding his coffee for twenty minutes without drinking it, which means he's thinking. "Vescari Maritime Solutions. On paper it's a legitimate freight company, registered in Malta. In practice it moves product through three Baltic ports on rotation. The route variation makes it harder to track pattern." He pauses. "My father set it up eight years ago. I inherited oversight of it when I took over.""Does anyone else have access.""Two people. My logistics head and his deputy." He looks at me. "Both have bee

Chapter 72Nico's PovI come back to myself in pieces.Then the sound of rain against glass. Then the weight of an arm across my back, firm and still, and I know before I'm fully awake that it's him because there is nobody else on this earth who holds still like that. Like he decided to do it, now he's doing it and that's the end of the matter.I don't move right away."You're awake," he says. Not a question. His voice is low and completely level, like he's been sitting here in the dark being level for a while now."Yes," I say."Okay."He doesn't move his arm. I don't ask him to. I lie there, breathe and let my heart rate do whatever it needs to do, and he just stays there, one hand flat between my shoulder blades, not rubbing or moving, just present. After a while I say, "How bad was it.""You said my name," he says. "You sounded frightened.""I'm sorry.""Don't apologise for sleeping."I turn over slowly. He shifts to give me room and then he's just sitting there at the edge of th

Chapter 71Sasha's PovI should have said no.That's the thought I woke up with. I should have said no at the door, sent him back downstairs, told him to get a hotel. I had seventeen reasonable things I could have said and I said “take your coat off”, which is arguably the least reasonable of all of them.He's asleep on the sofa.I can see the back of his head from the kitchen doorway. He's on his side, one arm off the cushion, the blanket I gave him pulled up to his jaw. He's been asleep since midnight. It's half past six now.I make coffee and I don't look at my arm.He wakes up while I'm going through the Bratva documents at the table. I hear him shift, then sit up, then a sound that's almost a groan, because the sofa is not long enough for him and his back is going to tell him about it."Morning," he says, voice thick."There's coffee."He gets up slowly, comes to the kitchen and pours a cup. Leans against the counter exactly the way he did in my kitchen two days ago and looks at

Chapter 70Nico's PovI stare at my phone for forty-seven minutes.The voice note sits there. It was delivered because I opened it like an idiot the second it came through and now the two grey ticks are mocking me from the screen.Twenty-two seconds of me breathing in my sleep and saying his name.Twenty-two seconds.I put the phone face down on the mattress. Then I pick it back up. Then I put it down again. Then I sit on the edge of the bed with my elbows on my knees and my face in my hands and I have a very calm, very quiet internal crisis about the fact that I cannot even be unconscious around this man without embarrassing myself.My phone rings.I nearly drop it.It's him.I answer before I can decide not to."Before you say anything," I start."I wasn't going to say anything," Sasha says. His voice is flat and very careful in the way it gets when he's controlling something."Okay.""I'm calling to check on the Naples situation.""Right. The Naples situation." I stand up and sit b

Nico's PovThe flight is four hours and I spend three of them staring at the seat in front of me.The fourth hour I spend looking at my phone. Not opening anything. Just looking at it like it will explain to me what I'm supposed to do now. My father's name is at the top of my call log. Below it, nothing from Sasha. Which is correct and exactly what I told him would happen when I left.This changes nothing.I said it to him and I meant it, but meaning something doesn't make it feel like anything less.Naples smells like exhaust and sea salt and something underneath that I've never been able to name. It smells like home, which is complicated, because home has not always been kind to me.My father is waiting in the study when I arrive. He doesn't stand up."You're late," he says."The flight was four hours," I say. "I came directly.""You were in Russia.""I was handling something."He looks at me over the desk. His eyes are the same shade as mine, which I hate for reasons that don't nee

Chapter 68 Sasha's Pov I wake up before him. That's the first thing. The second thing is that I don't move. He's on his stomach beside me, face turned away, one arm loose above his head. His back rises and falls slow and even. He's completely out and I'm lying here watching him breathe like some kind of idiot, which is already more than I'm willing to admit to myself. I should get up. I know I should get up. Instead I look at his back. The marks from last night are still fresh. Red lines along his ribs, shallow and precise, he asked for them quietly, in that way he has where the asking is almost quieter than the answer. I remember the exact moment he exhaled when the blade touched him. Like he'd been holding his breath for months and only that let it out. I reach over before I can stop myself. I don't press. I just trace the edge of one of them with my fingertip, barely contact, barely anything. He doesn't wake up. There's an older one below his shoulder blade. A scar,

The Bitter TruthSuzy’s eyes widened for a split second, and then the confusion on her face slowly faded into something softer, and almost resigned. She set the two glasses of orange juice down and reached for Audrey’s hand, giving it a gentle tug.“Come on,” she said in a calm tone. “Let’s sit at the table. I’ll explain everything.”Audrey followed her without a word, but her stomach was already twisting into an uneasy knot as they moved into the dining room. Suzy pulled out a chair for her and then took the one beside it, leaving the head of the table empty for her father. She folded her hands in her lap and took a very slow breath.“Mom and Dad got divorced two years ago,” she finally whispered, looking into Audrey’s eyes without flinching. “It was kinda quick and quiet, you know…no big fights in front of me or anything. They just silently grew apart with mom eventually saying she needed a fresh start. She remarried last year and moved to Tulsa with her new husband. She’s happy now

The ReturnThe Greyhound bus came to a stop in a cloud of red Oklahoma dust, with the brakes squealing like an old barn door. Audrey Smith grabbed her bags and descended slowly from the vehicle into the scorching April heat… the only passenger to disembark at Willow Creek. Five years in Los Angeles had bleached the memory of this quiet town from her bones, but one breath sent it all rushing back as the sky stretched forever without a single skyscraper to break it.She shielded her eyes against the glare of the sun and looked towards the empty and dusty parking lot. There they were.Her best friend, Suzy Lane, was eagerly waiting with a wide grin on her face, her wavy blonde hair dancing with the hot breeze.“Audrey! Oh my God, you’re actually here!” She yelled excitedly as she ran forward with her arms wide and slammed into Audrey with enough force to knock the breath out of both of them. The hug smelled like family and home, making Audrey laugh happily into her best friend’s shoulde

WORTH THE RISKBlurb:He was hers. Until the night he looked at me like I was something he couldn’t stop touching.Mia's POVThe bass thumped in the crowded house, vibrating up my spine as I sipped my third vodka. My best friend—Sarah—had dragged me here, insisting it was the “party of the summer” as if she didn't come here just to get boned.It was her boyfriend Alex’s roommate’s birthday bash, and the place was packed with so many people from our old school who I had no interest in seeing.“Come on, Mia,” she whined, her voice bubbly with that infectious energy of hers. “Alex’s friends are hot.”If only she knew that my eyes couldn't be on anyone else except Alex.Right now she had her arm looped through his. He towered over her in a fitted gray tee that strained across his chest. The sight of him only made my pussy clench on nothing. I’d always thought he was the perfect package, but he was Sarah's, and that meant off limits.I wasn’t going to risk our friendship for a night of sel

LILA'S POVThe sunlight streamed through the curtains, pulling me from the deepest sleep I'd had in years. My body ached in a good way. I felt sore between my legs and my bed felt harder than it usually was.My eyes snapped open immediately when memories of last night crashed into me in waves. And right under me was my stepbrother, naked. Last night had happened, it was not a dream.Whoa.I was tangled in Jax’s arms, his breath warm on my neck. One heavy leg draped over mine, pinning me there like he didn't want to let me go. God, he smelled like us, and that thought sent a fresh bolt of heat straight to my cunt.I shifted just a little, savouring the heat of his body. His cock was half hard and it nestled against my ass like.A lazy smile tugged at my lips. This is what I'd always wanted, what I always dreamed of. Jax did not see me as family after all, and it excited me more than I'd care to admit.We'd crossed a line, and now there would be no more aching from afar.The storm had

JAX'S POVFuck.The word echoed in my mind as I slid my fingers along the slick heat of her thigh, the storm outside raged harder. Lila's panties were a crumpled scrap on the floor now, discarded like the shreds of my sanity. Her legs parted for me instinctively trembling under my touch. The sight of her, my stepsister, bare, flushed and utterly exposed, it undid me. I'd imagined this a thousand times in the past, her body arching under mine, and now that it was finally happening? It felt like a fever dream.The thought of how dangerous and wrong it was made my dick harder. She was my stepsister, the girl I'd watched go from pigtails to this siren who haunted my fucking dreams. And here she was, splayed out on the couch like an offering. Her breath came in shallow pants, I could feel the heat radiating from her core.I hooked one leg over my shoulder, positioning myself between them. My mouth watered at the sight of her pink, glistening pussy. Swollen with need.“Jax,” she whispere

Lila's POV I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned for hours on end and yet, I couldn't get a minute of sleep. It was 2 a.m, I should be asleep, and yet, all I could think of was Jax's words. He said he missed me. That shouldn't have meant anything, he'd probably said it to millions of other girls and yet, I couldn't forget those words.Outside, the storm raged. Rain lashed against the windows and the wind howled. Mom and Richard already left before the rain started and at this rate, they'll probably spend the night at a hotel.Jax was somewhere in the house, probably in his room. What would he be doing? He'd probably be asleep.My stomach growled, a low rumble that made me groan.I slipped from bed barefoot, tugging my sleep shirt, a big tee that stopped mid thigh. It was given to me by the boy from school.The kitchen was downstairs and I could just slip in and grab a late night snack from the fridge. Yup, sounds like a plan.When I got to the stairs, a scent hit my nose. Whiskey.I